Page 35 of Cruelly Bitten
And he’d done it while ensuring I felt every painful second.
I swallowed, my arm rising of its own accord toward him, just like I would have done a hundred and eighteen years ago.
Only this time, I wasn’t filled with expectation born of repetition and routine. Because I didn’t know what he would do. The uncertainty unfurled inside my stomach in a fluttering sensation sending a slight shiver up my spine. It reminded me of the night he’d first bitten me, when I hadn’t known exactly how it would feel.
Will it hurt?
Will I like it?
Will it be like before?
Will it be new?
His long fingers wrapped around my own, pulling my hand across the small table, his hungry gaze holding mine. Another quiver worked its way through me, causing my thighs to squeeze as my wrist inched closer to his alluring mouth.
He might kill me again,I reminded myself.But what if he doesn’t? What if he?—
His incisors bit into my flesh before I could finish that thought, sending a jolt of heat through my veins meant to entice and subdue.Pleasure.
It was so unexpected that I moaned, my eyes falling closed at the sensation I hadn’t experienced in far too long.
Cam hummed in response, the sound going straight to my core. It was as though he had my clit in his mouth, sucking and nibbling and drawing me closer to climax.
Ohhh, how I missed this…My stomach clenched around an inferno of passion, bringing me to the brink, only to dissipate in the next breath as Cam released my wrist.
My eyelashes fluttered, reality slowly settling in around me as I realized that only a few seconds had passed.
Those blue, hungry orbs caught and held mine, Cam’s soul seeming to speak to me directly through his gaze as he let my blood flow into his glass.
My throat worked as I attempted to swallow, my world having whirled in the wrong direction, taking me into the past and making me want to beg him for more.
But this wasn’t my Cam. Not really. Not until I broke through the mental barriers between our minds and ensured that he remembered me. Rememberedus.
His fingers deftly moved across my hand as he guided my wrist away from his glass and back to his mouth. Lust and need brewed in his alluring eyes as he licked the wound closed, all while he held my gaze.
I shuddered, my insides fully primed for more, my thighs tense with desire, and my nipples pulled taut in anticipation of another bite.There. On my breasts. Please…
His focus shifted downward as though he’d heard my request. The Cam I knew had only rarely indulged in biting me there. He’d preferred my neck and my wrists, mostly because he’d feared other places might hurt me.
Which made it rather strange that I’d imagined him nibbling the sensitive area between my thighs. He’d never done that, too afraid of the pain it would inspire.
But something told me this version of him wouldn’t care at all about my discomfort.
He kissed the inside of my wrist and released me.
“You’re going to make that sound again for me later while I fuck your mouth,” he said. “That’ll be your dessert.” His attention went to the food. “Assuming this all impresses me, of course. Otherwise, we’ll be doing something much less enjoyable. For you.”
I shivered at the threat as well as the insinuation that me sucking his cock would be mydessertonly if he approved.So what will he do if he disapproves?
Cam picked up his fork and brought it to a plate of caprese—one of the appetizers I’d suggested.
“I rewarded you for the wine.” He glanced at my wrist and then my lips. “Let’s see if I feel like rewarding you for the food, too.”
I remained still as he brought a tomato up to his mouth, his expression thoughtful as he chewed.
After he swallowed, he gathered another bite, only this time he lifted it for me to try.
I wasn’t sure if this was his way ofrewardingme or making me taste the food with him. But I stopped caring when the explosion of flavors touched my tongue, and I groaned in approval.
